the zhaf speaks

Monday, November 20, 2006:

The diclofenac and paracetamol, coursing through my veins at long last - the nefarious throbbing on the right side of my face finally fading into the background.

I'm coming to realise there's a fine line between ambition and delusion. As they all say, better late than never. And of course, real confidence is built upon a foundation of familiarity and competence.

Even on MC, it's hard for me to find respite. Last minute work arriving at the most inopportune moments, or receiving a call from camp regarding this AWOL guy or that financial case and the rest on a list a mile long for me to act on.

Of course it's innately human to cut ourselves the best possible deal. Nonetheless my lot's pretty good, I'm still a lucky mofo. If I'm covetous then the reverse applies. Just a matter of perspective.

How apt that this phrase comes to mind in the maelstrom of uncertainty, of a fate hanging on a knife's edge.
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It'll work out somehow
-Asakura Yoh

And in the end, time does have a niggling tendency to make things work out, somehow.

-unshackled and unfettered he seeks power sublime- 6:27 am

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